Chapter Ten
Elizabeth reflected upon how her nudism had opened up so many doors. She had become more confident as a person, and dropping her inhibitions had allowed her to achieve a closer relationship with both her friend Sarah and her grandmother. It was funny how removing clothing could improve her life in so many ways.
With her grandmother’s advice on love and acceptance still fresh on her mind, Elizabeth felt it was time for her to tell Mark about her nude inclinations. If he really had strong feelings about her, he would understand and accept her. Dropping her guard and allowing him fully into his life would be the only way they would really become close in love.
She wasn’t sure when she would tell him. Perhaps she would know when the time was right. In the meantime, she would still get to enjoy having him as a boyfriend. She had never been able to call anyone that before! He was a lot of fun to hang out with, and in all honesty, Elizabeth enjoyed climbing the social ladder by being his girlfriend. Dating him had opened her up to a world of popularity she had never before known.
Soon after Elizabeth’s crazy streak stunt, it was time for the homecoming dance. Elizabeth fussed with her hair in nervous anticipation. Before she was even ready, Mark was at the front door, looking handsome as always, with a corsage in his hand.
“You look so beautiful Elizabeth.”
“Thanks Mark, you look great too.”
They got to the school gymnasium arm in arm with all eyes upon them as the popular couple. Elizabeth was relishing the spotlight, and thought she and Mark looked fabulous. Elizabeth saw her friend Sarah and her date Jared looking on in approval. Mark introduced her to all of his friends and their dates and they had a wonderful time dancing the night way. He was a really funny guy, and was a total gentleman the entire night. It was the night Elizabeth had dreamt of ever since she began school as a lowly nerd.
After the dance, Mark and Elizabeth and a few other couples went to an after-Homecoming dance at Mark’s older brother’s house. Almost immediately there were a few couples necking, but Mark and Elizabeth sat on the couch gazing in each others eyes.
“I had a really great time tonight Mark,” said Elizabeth.
“Me too.”
They kissed and Elizabeth’s heart sang. The night was going so well.
Mark began moving his hand down towards her leg when Elizabeth stopped him.
“I like you Mark, and I want you to be my first. But I’m not very experienced. I want to go slow.”
“That’s cool.”
“Can we talk just a bit first? Let’s open up to each other. What are your goals in life?”
Mark sighed, a bit frustrated. “I don’t know. I guess go to college, play football. Maybe someday I’ll coach.”
Elizabeth grew frustrated as well. She had thought Mark was more sensitive and deeper than this.
“Tell me a secret about yourself,” she asked.
“Oh gosh Liz. Um….” Mark considered his odds of getting laid that evening and decided he’d better spill a secret. “Well one time in the fourth grade, I was so nervous about the school play that I wet myself. A few of my friends saw and they called me names all year. It was pretty humiliating. What about you? What’s your secret?”
Elizabeth took a breath, relieved she could tell Mark about her naked adventures. She wondered how he’d react, whether he would join in. Having him join her would make the adventures even more exciting and wonderful.
“Sometimes, when no one is around at home. I get naked. I’m a nudist. In fact, I was the one that streaked the school. What do you think?”
Mark looked like someone had punched him in the stomach. His face slowly contorted and he erupted in anger.
“You showed your whole naked body to the entire school? And you wouldn’t even let me get to second base with you? You sl*t! You wh*r*! You’re a total cock-tease. You love getting off on the attention, but then you don’t want to finish the deed. I can’t believe you Liz. Get away from me, I’m not kissing no pervert.”
He got up to leave and Elizabeth buried her head in her hands in absolute sorrow. She was absolutely heartbroken. The man of her dreams had taken her innermost secret and spit on it. She was foolish to trust him with such a personal secret. And he had betrayed her trust.
She was able to get a ride home from a friend of Mark’s who was oblivious to their spat. Elizabeth climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep.
The next Monday, Mark refused to speak to Elizabeth. Luckily however, it did not appear that he had blabbed her secret to the whole school.
“Hey Elizabeth, how was homecoming? Enjoy being in the spotlight?”
“Hey Sarah. It was….awful. Mark and I broke up.”
“You’re kidding? That is awful. I’m so sorry Elizabeth.”
“He turned out to be a real jerk. But what’s worse is I told him my secret.”
“Your naked secret?”
“Yep. Now I’m afraid he’s going to tell the whole school.”
“Oh no. Well, I haven’t heard anything, so maybe he’s enough of a gentleman to keep it to himself?”
“I hope so.”
Elizabeth trudged through her classes like a zombie, too upset to pay much attention to her lectures. By lunchtime, she had still not heard any mention of her naked secret, so she began to think perhaps her secret was safe with Mark. It was a consoling thought, even if she was still upset over their breakup.
Elizabeth met up with Sarah for lunch in the cafeteria, but she did not have much an appetite.
“It’ll be okay Lizzie. You’ll see. There are other guys. And with your newfound popularity….oh no Lizzie, you don’t want to see this.”
“See what?”
Elizabeth turned around to see a huge poster displaying the photo of a naked woman with a picture of Elizabeth’s head pasted on. It read “ELIZABETH IS A NAKED sl*t!”
Elizabeth immediately turned beet red and ran for the bathroom crying. She could hear the cafeteria erupt in laughter as she ran down the hallway. Sarah finally caught up to Elizabeth sobbing on the toilet seat.
“I have to transfer now. Everyone hates me and thinks I’m a sl*t.”
“No they don’t,” assured Sarah.
“Yes they do,” sobbed Elizabeth.
“Okay, they do. But the popular girls think everyone is a sl*t. And everyone thinks the popular girls are sl*ts. So what? Since when did you start caring what people thought about you? Since you got popular?”
It was true. Elizabeth had been nerdy before but she had not cared as much what people thought about her. Since climbing the social ladder, the opinions of her peers had become very much more important.
“If they already think you’re a naked sl*t, why not just give them what they want?” smiled Sarah.
Elizabeth felt much better. Sarah was right, it was stupid to care what others thought. She thought about her experience at the college party and how different everyone looked. Pretty soon Elizabeth would be gone from this high school anyway, never having to see these people again.
“You’re right Sarah. You’ve always been right. You’re such a great friend,” laughed Elizabeth as she wiped away the tears. They hugged and walked out of the bathroom, Elizabeth confident once again.
As the afternoon went along , word spread that Elizabeth was the homecoming streaker. Although Elizabeth had been worried that people would think badly upon her naked adventures, apparently people thought it was really cool that she had streaked. A few guys had told her she had a great body and that she was “way cool” for streaking. A few girls told her how envious they were of her body and that she was “totally crazy cool” for streaking. By the end of the day, Elizabeth was beaming and it was clear Mark’s poster stunt had done little to hurt her social standing.
That Saturday, a few girls on the cheerleading squad invited Elizabeth to a party. Elizabeth brought Sarah and there were many of the popular kids from school drinking and dancing. A cute guy offered Elizabeth a beer and she quickly drank it down before asking for another.
“I don’t think you should be drinking after the headache those jello-shots gave us,” warned Sarah.
“Relax,” replied Elizabeth. “You’re the designated driver, so I’ll do the drinking for us.”
In truth, Elizabeth was a bit nervous being around all these popular people without Mark by her side. She was unsure whether they really liked her, or they liked her because she had been with Mark. Then she remembered, she shouldn’t care what others thought of her. Still, it was hard to keep that in mind under the immense peer pressure of high school.
“You guys wanna play some beer pong?” asked a football player.
“I can’t, I’m the designated driver,” replied Sarah.
“I’ll play,” said Elizabeth confidently.
Elizabeth teamed up with the football player named John as they aimed their ping-pong balls for the cups on the other side. They won a few games in a row, but in the course of that time they also had to down quite a few cups of beer. Soon, Elizabeth was feeling tipsy, but with immense confidence. Her confidence took a step backwards however, when she saw Mark walk down the stairs. He was with another girl too! It had not taken him long to get over their breakup. Silently, Elizabeth was seething. She turned to John.
“I have an idea,” she grinned devilishly. “Let’s play for clothing!”
He laughed at the idea, but smiled. “Okay, I’m in,” he turned to the opposing team. “You guys in? Every time the opposing team makes a shot, you have to take off an article of clothing!”
Elizabeth wanted to lose and lose badly. If Mark thought she was a naked sl*t, well then she was going to be a naked sl*t.
The opposing team made their first shot. Elizabeth and John each took off their shirts. The room laughed a bit and a few guys gave catcalls. Elizabeth swigged another beer and took aim. She missed badly. Her opponent did not, landing her ping-pong ball squarely in the cup.
“Pants off!” proclaimed Elizabeth as the crowd began to hoot and holler.
Elizabeth could see Mark watching her in angry silence from across the room. She loved being the center of attention again and she loved making him upset. It was her turn. She missed badly yet again. Her opponent landed another cup.
“Oh, you don’t have to take your bra off Elizabeth, we were just kidding around,” said John sheepishly.
“No, no, I said this was strip beer pong, and I meant it,” she said as she reached for her bra. Sarah stopped her.
“Elizabeth, what are you doing? You don’t have to do this. Everyone from school is here!”
“Sarah, its like you said – if they want a naked sl*t, let’s give them a naked sl*t. Besides, who cares what they think?” And with that Elizabeth dropped her bra to the floor to the delighted applause of the crowd.
“John, you’re lucky you’re wearing two shirts! Now off with your shirt and let’s play!” yelled Elizabeth as she saw Mark now clearly angry.
Both teams missed a few times, leading to disappointed groans from the crowd, but finally Elizabeth’s opponent landed a ball in the cup, leading to an eruption of cheers. Soon, the entire party was cheering for Elizabeth’s name, wondering if she would really go through with it.
Elizabeth played like she was embarrassed, putting her thumbs into the sides of her panties as the crowds cheers grew louder and louder.
“Are you ready to do this John?” she asked the nearly naked football player.
Elizabeth turned back to the crowd and winked at Sarah as she slipped the panties down to the ground leaving her totally naked to the party. John followed in suit, jumping out of his boxers, but quickly covering his manhood. The crowd went wild at the naked pair and Elizabeth saw Mark storm up the stairs in a huff. She was now drunk, half on alcohol, half on the attention and adulation. She gave a bow and began to get dressed.
“Oh…my….god Lizzie!!!” stammered Sarah. “You’ve done some daring nudity before, but nothing like this! Not with this crowd!”
“It was amazing,” replied Elizabeth. “The look on Mark’s face was priceless.”
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